Deep Creek Journal - Day 1

Last November, for Thanksgiving, the Healey family went to Deep Creek. Some of us went to a golf tournament and after the tournament bid on a house in Deep Creek in a live auction. Obviously, we won. While we were at this pretty, pretty, nice cabin in Deep Creek, Pat's Brother Sean said that he liked the place so much, he was going to rent it in the summer for a week. The price the family charges for a week at their cabin is pretty cheap. Lets say it's about just a forth of what most places charge and the place is pretty incredible. Well, right when I heard that, I was thinking "Have a good time. I'm going to the beach." I am a beach kind of girl. My idea of vacation is going to the beach, staying at a Hotel, and eating out at night. I also like to wake up in the morning and go for a walk and I love, love, love to sit on the deck and listen to the ocean.
When you go to Deep Creek, you have to pack everything except the kitchen sink. I HATE THAT! My idea of vacation is not taking care of another house. I could stay at home and do that. What? You also have to clean the place up when you leave? This couldn't be further from what I want to do! What? You have to cook your own meals, and clean your own dishes! Where is the vacation in that. We use to do this when the kids were little. We would rent a place in Ocean City and do the same crap. After doing that for a few years. Pat and I finally agreed that it is a lot of work. We said we would never do it again! Now, here we are ten years later doing the same shit all over again.
"Ungrateful! How about realistic!" This was my reply to Pat when he ran the idea past me a few months ago and I flat out said "NO!" without even a thought. He said I was ungrateful. Connor, Regan, and Ian or I like to refer to them as thing one, thing two, and thing three, are very lazy. I know its going to come down to the final day where you have to clean up all your shit and I am going to be holding the bag. It's bullshit! I just think the whole idea is to stressful. It's going to cause a fight with Pat and I and it most certainly did. Why does he think he can just make the decision to go to lake without any care of concern of mine? He knew I was adamant about not going to Deep Creek. He still made the decision the family would go.
So here we are in the driveway ready to leave. The kids are loaded up in the car with their friends and the dog is breathing and drooling heavy on my pillow, which nobody felt was necessary to move while I was packing up THEIR shit! And, why is everyone sitting in the car while we pack it anyway? Typical kids these days. They feel that they are entitled to everything and give nothing in return. Well, I got news for you thing one, two, and three, I am the rock star in the house! You three are my loyal audience. You do what I want you to do and what I want you to do right now is get your three lazy a$$es up and help. Needless to say, the trip was not starting off well.
We dropped the dog off at the kennel, stopped at the daycare center to drop off Pat's mom's bowls, stopped for gas, stopped on the sided of the road to let Thing One Pee, and then had to stop a few miles later to let Thing 2 and her friend pee. Have you ever felt you were never going to get where you were trying to go? This was the never ending journey to the middle of nowhere with no place to go once you got there.
When we got to the rest stop, it was at the kushwa memorial bridge. It was the rest stop at the opening of the mountain right before Cumberland I think. Anyway, the girls run to the restroom and the boys ran up the stairs that go up the side of the mountain. I guess it was just a little place you could walk up and take in the view. I stood by the car and looked down the mountain. Pat walked over a few minutes later to take in the view and smoke a cig. We stood there for a while. While standing there, all I could think of is why are all the tractor trailers honking. It's so annoying! Then I starting thinking that the kids have been gone a while. Wait a minute! Are they on the bridge egging the drivers on to honk? I ran to the car to grab my camera just in case. I ran as fast as I could to the road to look up at the bridge. Of course, It was Thing two and three with their friends pumping their arms at every truck driver coming in both directions. Horns were blowing nonstop. It was a pretty hilarious sight. I let them go at it for another few minutes. What the hell, they couldn't hear me yell for them anyway.
We had one more stop to make before the cabin and that was at the super walmart grocery store. There are really no stores once you get to the cabin. We have been told that there is a grocery store on the water but we haven't been there and are not really sure what is in there. The main purpose of the store was to get Clair a quick present. She will be celebrating her birthday when we get to the cabin.
We get to the Walmart and the kids took off.